Thrall Stories

Rough whispers of white laceOn caramel skinWhere her scent fills the airWith her honey and sweat.Tight is the kissWhere she welcomes you inTo the swelling wet secret.She begs to be fucked.Hunger seeks tastesFrom between swollen folds,To be sucked on and lickedWith the tongue's brutal lash.She will writhe on your mouthAs you feast on her soulAnd her spirit is brokenBy the lust in her cunt.Helpless and shockingHer curving t...